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Only needing a little assistance and mediation between clubs who almost broke out into a fight. It continued into a casual conversation between the two of them. Telling each other what they have been into during that Recruitment Season as well as what kind of bizarre interactions they have had with the freshmen students. Freya has had the female freshmen ask her about her dietary regimen as well as her exercise routine. The female freshmen also asked her to perform some of the tricks and some stunts. It even came to the point that the female students asked her to do one of their cheers--- to which Freya was happy to oblige and showed them a sample cheer. Then the male freshmen also crowded o

“She’s probably thinking of withdrawing for incompetence. She can’t even manage her body.” Elena hummed. “In cheerleading, our bodies are our instruments. We can’t let those instruments get all rusty and bloated, can we?” “No one wants to watch a fat cheerleader,” said the left follower, with distain. “Very true,” Elena said. I restrained myself from wrapping my hands around my waist to hide my slight bump. I couldn’t be showing that much yet. They were just trying to get under my skin. I didn’t want them to know it was working.

she said, already pulling out a granola bar like this was going to be a three-hour war. “God, I love you.” “Obviously. Now let’s go emotionally blackmail some sports.” _________________________________ We got to the gym where the cheer squad and fencing team were holding joint tryouts….also known as Elena’s kingdom. She stood at the center of the floor, clipboard in hand, looking like a pageant mom who’d turned cheer captain for power. Her ponytail was *so tight* I was convinced it gave her telepathic powers. “Well, well,” she said, eyes narrowing as she spotted me from across the gym. “Look who finally crawled out of detention hell.”

Most of the tables were already occupied by rich looking kids some of them typing away at their iPhones, others picking at their food or probably talking about whose Dad was richer or who bought the latest limited edition shoes. Leigh couldn’t stop herself from scoffing. In her opinion, they were highest circle of delinquents. She spotted the cheerleaders pretty fast given their uniform blonde hair -- yes, all of them had dyed their hair a shocking blonde-- and super tight crop top over jeans. Leigh wondered how anyone could breathe over something that tight, confining and damaging to the ribcage. She was still stewing over the damages of super tight tops to the ribs when she noticed one of

Even then, I’d banged my knee on one of the other girls’ shoulders and had a big bruise. Still, part of being a cheerleader is selling it. As we began the cheer, I stepped into position. “Give me a V!” we all shouted, and thanks to Elliott, we got a huge response. “Give me an I!” They all did as instructed, and we did our movements, continuing to spell “victory,” something we would not be getting tonight for sure. On the R, I put my first foot up into Jessica’s intertwined fingers. On the Y, I swung up my other foot over to Rachel. We all shouted “Victory!” and they pushed me up toward the ceiling. I raised my pompons and shouted, “Victory! Victory! SHS!” Holding the pose for a split second,

Katie and Nora stood outside the gymnasium, gazing at the cheerleading squad practicing their routines. They had decided to join the cheerleading team to immerse themselves more in school activities and to hopefully shake off some of the negative experiences Katie had endured. As they walked over, their hearts pounded with a mix of excitement and nerves. The leader of the cheerleading squad, Mandy, spotted them immediately. Her face lit up with a calculated smile. Mandy was notorious for using her position to manipulate new members into doing her dirty work, and Katie and Nora seemed like perfect targets.

stood outside the gym doors, my application form clutched so tightly in my hands that the paper was starting to crumple at the edges. Through the small window, I could see them—the cheerleading squad in all their coordinated glory. They moved in perfect synchronization, their uniforms bright and crisp, ponytails bouncing as they executed flips and formations with practiced ease. "Five, six, seven, eight!" Allison's voice rang out sharp and commanding. "From the top! And this time, Madison, actually point your toes. We're not doing modern dance here."

I understand once you shift and you have your wolf, your metabolism skyrockets and it’s like you could eat a whole buffet and still not gain an ounce, but he just takes it to a whole other level. I drag myself out of bed and head for my closet to get clothes for today before heading to the shower. It’s game day so I had to look halfway decent. Holy jeans and a hoodie wasn’t going to cut it for today, or so coach said last night at practice. So, I found a pair of black leggings and a light grey 3/4 sleeve length flowy sundress. I wasn’t that girly girl type, so dresses weren’t my thing. Yes, I know it sounds crazy considering I am in cheerleading and we have to wear skirts, but hey, there’s s

She flashed her perfect white teeth before clearing her throat. "Welcome to Kingsley and Cedarwood's High basketball and women's volleyball championship," she announced with a voice that was like a melody. Claps and whistles resounded the place, echoing in every area of the gym. When it diminished, Shelby continued on. "This is Shelby Kingsley, founder of Kingsley High and I'm proud to present, our athletes." A huge grin plastered on her face, as the cheerleaders stood up from their seats and approached the court. They were all wearing a tight-fitted cropped top with a panther text above, and pleated black skirts that accentuated their long legs. I spotted Amanda with them, but Kourtney wasn

“I took one look at you and wondered why you’d scaled a fence in a pair of heels.” “I really should be given more credit for doing that in a pair of stilettos,” I offer, my mind going back to how difficult that was. “You’re an athlete, but really, I am, too, for that,” I tease. I grew up doing cheerleading, but my small high school wasn’t that great. Not much came out of it after I graduated because I wasn’t good enough. Now, the only physical activity I get is my daily hot girl walks and the occasional spin class with Margo and Winnie. I thought for sure that comment would get Preston to smile, but he stares right at me with not the smallest hint of one on his face.